Erwin has a pretty good idea what's waiting for him when he gets home.
He got an inkling when he went to wake up Levi this morning and got a pillow thrown at his head. Levi hadn't thrown it hard, but the message was extremely clear: go away, leave me alone, today is NOT the day. Which, fair enough; Erwin knows how badly Levi's insomnia plagues him, and sometimes he just needs a day or even six hours to catch up and get his sleep debt worn down.
He doesn't think this is insomnia, though. There had been a certain tang to the air in the bedroom, a spicy, delectable aroma that is usually absent. Erwin knows Levi's scent very well: extremely clean, almost an absence of overt scent, but with hints of clean laundry dried in the sun, marshmallows burnt over a campfire, and the icy runoff of melting snow in the spring. It's a bizarre combination, but it is uniquely Levi, and Erwin loves it. It's when Levi's scent picks up spicier undertones, like cloves and black tea leaves, that Erwin knows something is going on.
He said nothing about it, however. He simply put the pillow back on the bed, turned off the light, and left Levi to himself. When the smell of cooking breakfast didn't lure Levi out of the bedroom, Erwin ate alone, and put Levi's breakfast in the refrigerator to be heated later. He also left out Levi's tea things, and made sure the kettle was full, before heading off to work.
The day passed in a bit of a haze; Erwin was distracted, not on his best form, thinking about what might be waiting for him at home. His own scent was more powerful than usual, wafting through the university hallways and dominating the classrooms where Erwin taught, leaving his students quiet and starry-eyed. During lunch, Erwin checked Rate My Professor, and was pleased to note that his chilli pepper ranking had increased by one pepper, up to the full five possible.
He cut his last class short, leaving any questions to his hapless and long-suffering TA, and hurried home. He only made one stop, picking up some of the extremely fancy, stupidly expensive soap that Levi loves but refuses to buy for himself, calling it "a waste of money, Erwin, what's it made out of, angel shit?". Then it's to the house, quietly letting himself in.
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He got an inkling when he went to wake up Levi this morning and got a pillow thrown at his head. Levi hadn't thrown it hard, but the message was extremely clear: go away, leave me alone, today is NOT the day. Which, fair enough; Erwin knows how badly Levi's insomnia plagues him, and sometimes he just needs a day or even six hours to catch up and get his sleep debt worn down.
He doesn't think this is insomnia, though. There had been a certain tang to the air in the bedroom, a spicy, delectable aroma that is usually absent. Erwin knows Levi's scent very well: extremely clean, almost an absence of overt scent, but with hints of clean laundry dried in the sun, marshmallows burnt over a campfire, and the icy runoff of melting snow in the spring. It's a bizarre combination, but it is uniquely Levi, and Erwin loves it. It's when Levi's scent picks up spicier undertones, like cloves and black tea leaves, that Erwin knows something is going on.
He said nothing about it, however. He simply put the pillow back on the bed, turned off the light, and left Levi to himself. When the smell of cooking breakfast didn't lure Levi out of the bedroom, Erwin ate alone, and put Levi's breakfast in the refrigerator to be heated later. He also left out Levi's tea things, and made sure the kettle was full, before heading off to work.
The day passed in a bit of a haze; Erwin was distracted, not on his best form, thinking about what might be waiting for him at home. His own scent was more powerful than usual, wafting through the university hallways and dominating the classrooms where Erwin taught, leaving his students quiet and starry-eyed. During lunch, Erwin checked Rate My Professor, and was pleased to note that his chilli pepper ranking had increased by one pepper, up to the full five possible.
He cut his last class short, leaving any questions to his hapless and long-suffering TA, and hurried home. He only made one stop, picking up some of the extremely fancy, stupidly expensive soap that Levi loves but refuses to buy for himself, calling it "a waste of money, Erwin, what's it made out of, angel shit?". Then it's to the house, quietly letting himself in.
"Levi? I'm home."
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